001 ⚜ Video ⚜ Francis' arrival

[paysdelamour]

[Francis arrived late in the evening, during the start of the Darkness. The greeter directed him to the baseball dugout; still dazed and confused, Francis had followed her kind words and stayed there, just as the sirens had gone off. He really didn't pay the sirens any mind, as he sat down to study the strange computer he'd been holding when he

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[axemeaquestion]

[Well, shit. If this guy could get the shit scared out of him so easily (not like she could blame him when she thought about it), Rochelle wondered if she'd be able to get his attention again.]

Hey? Hey, there!

Permavideo <3 hiiiii Rochelle

[paysdelamour]

[Thankfully Francis is very sensitive to sounds in his frightened, adrenaline-rush state. He looks down and sees a woman.]

Oh, merci dieu... h-hello! [He's very thankful for a person to talk to, any person at all.]

(( ooc: merci dieu means thank god, if you need the translation :3 ))

Permavideo hayyy

[axemeaquestion]

Hi there.

Need you to talk a deep breath, alright? It might help you feel better. Probably not by much but... it's a start.

[paysdelamour]

O-oui, mademoiselle, I will try... [He takes a slightly unsteady breath, but as she said, it's a start.] Mais, it's a little difficult to calm down with those--

[The Darkness outside won't let him relax, and pounds on the window extra-loudly to make him yelp.]

-- c-creatures outside.

[axemeaquestion]

I know it's pretty bullshit, but it's a start, right?

[Welp. Now what. Uh.] If it helps anything... if you're in the dugout, they can't get you.

[paysdelamour]

[He tries his absolute hardest to slow down his breathing.]

Are you sure?... W-well. I'm staying away from the door, in any case.

[Stop rattling the door you stupid jerks aaaaah]

[axemeaquestion]

I don't blame you, they'll be gone in the morning if that helps anything. You okay? Physically, anyway?

[paysdelamour]

In the morning...? [But that's hours away. He has to put up with this for hours? He's not sure he can do that, but he'll have to try.]

I-I'm fine. They haven't managed to get in, and if they can't get to me, I'll be fine. [Physically, anyway.]

[axemeaquestion]

They can't, don't worry. We've all been in the exact same thing as you are right now.

[paysdelamour]

All...? So there are more people here. [That's a slight relief, Francis hates the idea of being alone, especially now.] Pardon me for not asking sooner, but what is your name, chère?

[axemeaquestion]

Rochelle. I came here about the same way you did.

[paysdelamour]

Rochelle. [A beautiful name of French origin that actually comes from the name of a French city.] It's a pleasure to speak to you, ma chèrie. [Flirting just a little bit might take his mind off of the frightening creepy-crawlies outside.]

You were taken from your home too?

[axemeaquestion]

You too, even if these are pretty crappy circumstances to meet in.

So your name?

[paysdelamour]

François. Though, "Francis" is a bit easier to say, non?

[The smallest smile appears on his face before a monster pops up in the window and OH GOD THAT MONSTER IS MISSING ITS JAW.]

[axemeaquestion]

Francis sounds good. Take it you're not from Canada, eh?

[What--oh.

Monster.

Rochelle jumps slightly, though it's more normal suprise than it is any actual horror. Being from a zombie apocalypse desentizied you to some things, but that didn't change the look of disgust on her face any different.

Reminded her too much of tanks in the first place.]

[paysdelamour]

[Trying to stay calm as she suggested, he takes a deep breath - although his eyes certainly aren't focused on her anymore, they're somewhere completely different.]

N-non. From France... I've lived there all my life.